A living city, well

[verse] Grounded by the ceiling Smiling but not feeling Moving on the dance floor Looking for a back door [chorus] Still standing on my feet I see women, no heat High on pills, but no joy I’m a cold lonesome boy [verse] But the party goes on Have network, but no fun A living city, well I’m alone in my shell [chorus] Still standing on my feet I see women, no heat High on pills, but no joy I’m a cold lonesome boy